Of Little December

I'm a Sagittarius girl. I have a good heart. A girl in search of her own word.

[kimgoeun]

[dramastream]

OUR BELOVED SUMMER (2021) dir. Kim Yoon Jin

[kimdami-isthebest]

“I listen to and remember everything you tell me”

[alittledecember]

Happy birthday to you my dearest father.

Always be your little girl,

The one that you will always be proud of,

We miss you so much.

[thatkindofwoman]

“I’m being very selfish with myself right now. Taking care of me, feeding my own soul.”

— Debbie Macomber, A Girl’s Guide to Moving On 

[jeonwonwoo-remade-deactivated20]

warm summer flowers mb

[alittledecember]

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Suy cho cùng, con người lúc nào cũng sợ thiệt về mình.

[lifeinpoetry]

I wish I could touch / myself with any tenderness, any soft,

Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “Notes toward Top Surgery and the Impending Death of the Barrier Reef,” published in TriQuarterly (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

I am in the mood / to be forgotten.

Hanif Abdurraqib, from “For the Dogs Who Barked at Me on the Sidewalks in Connecticut,” published in Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)

[freshmoviequotes]

A Most Violent Year (2014)

[alittledecember]

The perk of being not a stranger nor a friend. That is the most uncomfortable feeling that no one wants to experience But I chose it.

The perk of being not a stranger nor a friend. That is when all the sweet words now became the greetings formerly. That no one wants to hear. But I heard that.

The perk of being a not stranger nor a friend, When you want to take care of someone so much, but have to keep distance with the one, Now is a stranger to you.

[lanvinla]

“Càng về lớn, tôi càng sợ thứ tình yêu lâu năm nhưng không nên duyên phận. Thứ tình yêu bòn rút hết tuổi thanh xuân của một người con gái. Để rồi sau đó cô ấy chới với không biết nên làm gì với trái tim, với lý trí của mình trong những năm tháng ít ỏi còn lại của thời son trẻ.”

— (via lanvinla)

[theintrovertnation]

[psych2go]

[worshipgifs]

[juliaburgardt]

[octavia-jay]

Learning to live again

You are a spring breeze and I am a leaf. You sweep me off my feet and teach me how to fly again. My demons have kept me tied to my bed for far too long, Velvet ropes and lead blanket. Your voice is a seagull cry and my heart was drowning. You taught me to swim. It is September and we walk through forests, Beneath a golden orange sky. Feet in sync and hands intertwined. Your favourite colour has always been green. But you are Midas and your touch turns my smile to happy, And my heart gold to match the canopy. - Octavia Jay

[alittledecember]

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